Par or under Par that is the question?

I know nothing of golf

As I sit and watch

The men they stand

And eye up the hole

They ponder and think

They look and look

They slice the ball

High into the air

As it lands on the green

They walk, they talk

Decide on a club

Then time to putt

To gently stroke the ball

Encouraging it into the hole

So I sit and watch

The ball flying high

I have no idea of the game

The rules the regulations

I’m as blonde as it comes

It’s either this or the racing again

Its gentle, it’s quite

It’s thinking time

No matter how much I watch

I will never get

Par Under par or birdie

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touch with your eyes

art

Beauty lies within each stroke

each line a definition

vibrant colours combined

softer colours mellow

lines stretch at angles

seeing through the cover

What i see is not what you see

What you have created you love

shows your feeling, your freedom

your energy flow

I look to see what you are showing me

what you are feeling, i embrace

Can i live your life

be what you are?

I cant touch this, kiss this, hold this

I can only touch your work

with my eyes